Smack Em’ Up (Iceman Diss)

I ain't got no motherfuckin' friend

That's why I fucked your bitch, you fat motherfucker

Westside, Bad Boy Killas, you know

You know who the realest is, niggas, we bring it to you

Yeah, yeah, you know we do it out West

Thug life to the death, nigga

All you fake motherfuckers can't touch this

You know the realest

And you know who run this California, nigga

Westside, we don't quit

Fuck around and get hit

That's just how it is

Bad boy killers, we still on the job

You little bitch niggas can't handle the mob

Yeah, I said it, come and find me

I'll leave your whole crew behind

You ain't about this life, you just walkin' online

Real G's pull up, and you ain't ready to shine

So run that mile, but you know it's too late

We ride on the low, we control the whole state

From the Bay to the L.A., we keepin' it G

Fuck all you fakers, you'll never be me

Westside, nigga, out